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Lana Jepson woke that morning preparing for the day to be like every other day, but the universe had other plans for Lana. That morning the beautiful blonde slipped into her uniform for Piper’s Cafe. Lana was preparing herself for a morning shift at the cafe where she worked for a couple months now. Everyday was practically the same; Meaning the same customers came in wanting the same meal they had the day before. Everything at the cafe was a routine for Lana that she quickly caught onto. However her college classes always taught her something worth learning and holding onto.
While serving one of the regular customers his meal, an unfamiliar male made his way into the restaurant. “Hello, feel free to be seated anywhere.” Lana stated with a bright tone concealed in her voice. The male stood at the counter even after Lana offered him to find himself a seat. Seeing this caught Lana off-guard making her become a little suspicious. “I’ll be right back.” She muttered to the regular as she moved towards the cash register. Upon moving toward the register Lana examined the unfamiliar male with her icy blue optics. “Welcome to Piper’s Cafe! How can I help you sir?” She asked once standing behind the counter.
Before he spat a word she saw his hand grasping onto the butt of a pistol, pulling it from his waistband and pointing it in Lana’s direction. “Give me all the money from the cash register.” He demanded while staring down the barrel of the gun in Lana’s direction. Nothing could have ever prepared Lana for this, but luckily for reasons like this there was a panic button hidden under the counter near the register. “O-oh okay.” She said her voice shaky as she typed in her code to open the register. One of the regulars moved from his seat in attempts to apprehend the assailant, but before he could the assailant turned around and shot him at point blank range. Lana’s eyes widened as she screamed at the loudness of the gunshot. “Let’s go! Get the money out of the register!” He hissed.
Opening the register her blue optics gazed towards the male who lay bleeding out on the floor. In the distance with her heightened hearing she could hear the sirens. “Please hurry.” She thought to herself as she tried to stall as long as possible. Unfortunately the assailant too must have heard the distant sirens. “Come on hurry the f**k up!” He cursed pointing the gun at the temple of her head. Lana froze in fear feeling the cold barrel against her temple. “Okay okay!” She cried as she quickly opened the register and forced all the money in his direction. “Here! Here you go!” She said as she pushed the money in his direction. Within moments the barrel of the gun left her temple as he began packing the money away into a backpack.
Unfortunately before the cops arrived there she was lying unconscious on the floor, due to the assailant pistol whipping her as to hope she wouldn’t remember seeing him. Blood was pouring from the wound that the butt of the pistol inflicted onto her forehead. Lana lay unconscious as the assailant got away. By the time she woke she was staring into the eyes of a police officer…
Its easy to get stuck, stuck in your career, stuck in a relationship or just stuck in routines. Routines makes us feel safe, structured, and most creatures prefer a somewhat scheduled life. It was one of the few things the otherwise fearless dhampir Nathaniel was afraid of. He was an easily bored soul with to much money and free time on his hands. Being tied somewhere had never been a dream of his and he made sure to never get to close bounds with anyone.
Evermore had been his home the last decade and he liked the supernatural town. Since a few years back he had been recruited to the police force to solve cyber crimes, however as the city was swamped with supernatural beings who preferred to do things the old fashioned way and tended to commit normal crimes he was asked to assist the officers every now and then. His muscular body and manipulative mind fit perfectly for the job and was quite similar to task he preformed as a dhampir guardian.
It was Nathaniel’s only day off, but he didn’t waste it sleeping unlike many others who decided to sleep in on their free day. The vain male woke up early and cliché enough he started his day with a work out and a jog before taking a shower. One of the moments he enjoyed most during the day. Singing and dancing in his million dollar bathroom was a cherished routine that had gone a little over board but since he lived alone no one could complain over the males strange habit. The plans for the day was still unclear but he was confident that someone would entertain him. Girls stood in line to have a night with the wealthy womaniser and he never had a problem finding company.
An unexpected call disabled those plans asking him to cover for a sick colleague. A buzz kill for sure. Working the day shift wasn’t very eventful normally. The dhampir mentally prepared for a day with speed tickets and arguing over nonsense as he changed to the marine blue cotton uniform. He appreciated how well the uniform suited his features and brought out his muscles in a very flattering way but wished it was silk or some other overly expensive fabric, a matter he had discussed with his chief many times. At least he got to drive around in his own cars and not the silly squad car with blue sirens.
Nate had just activated his radio when he was called to an ongoing robbery at a café a few kilometres away. He was the closest free unit so he decided to respond to the call even tho he was alone, lacking a partner for unknown reasons. With waling sirens he pushed the black SUV to its limits driving towards the crime scene and mentally preparing for every possible scenario. The offender had fled from the place as he arrived to the scene, leaving a dead body and a passed out female behind. The cafe had been almost empty leaving very few witnesses except the passed out the barista, a supernatural according to his glowing runes. It confused him should she be more prepared and trained to handle offensive scenarios. ”Wakey wakey Darlin”The provocative officer said hovering over the girls body.